'Autumn Almanac' (1994)
from 'The Kinks Remastered' (Box Set)

URL's: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNgo07Cg7lI
       http://www.we7.com/#/album/The-Kinks/The-Kinks-Remastered-Boxed-Set

Tuning: Standard

Capo: 2nd Fret

AUTHOR:
Tab annotated by Richard Grosser (grosserr@gmail.com)


Chords:
			EADGBE
E			022100
A			X03330
B7(3)   		X25252
Am7(2)  		575555
D7(3)			X57575
C			X32010
G(3)			355433
C#m(2)	   	X46654
C#maj7(2)		X46565	
C#m7			X13121
F#7(2)	    	242322
A7(2)	    		575655
G# 			466544
Gmaj7			XX5432
Gm			355333 
Gm7			353333
Eb			XX1343
F			133211
F7			131211 
Bb			X13331
Bbmaj7 		X13231
Bb7			X13331
G7			320001
Em			022000
Am 			X03320 


Intro:
E A B7 E   E A B7 E 

Verse 1:
         Am7        D7             G
From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar, 
     D7             C              G                  D7      Am7
When the dawn begins to crack, It's all part of my autumn almanac.
Am7          D7                    G 
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow,
     D7           C               G                   D7      Am7                        
So I sweep them in my sack. Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac. 


Verse 2:
E                 A B7         E      
Friday evenings, people get together, 
  A B7          E
Hiding from the weather. 
C#m     C#mmaj7                       C#m7           
Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns. 
      F#7            A7          G#
Can't compensate for lack of sun because the summer's all gone. 
            

Chorus 1:
Am7              D7                       
La-la-la-la-la.  La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la. 
G    D7            C                G                   D7      Am7                         
Ohh! My poor rheumatic back.  Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
Am7              D7                      
La-la-la-la-la.  La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la. 
G    D7        C               G                    D7     Am7
Ohh! My autumn almanac.  Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.

 
Verse 3:
G         Gmaj7    C    G                       Gmaj7    C G
I like my football on a Saturday, Roast beef on Sundays, alright.
G       Gmaj7    C       G                    Gmaj7 C G
I go to Blackpool for my holidays, Sit in the open sunlight.

 
Verse 3:
Gm                Gm7                     Eb
This is my street, and I'm never gonna to leave it,
F       F7              Bb 
And I'm always gonna to stay here.
Bbmaj7          Bb7       
If I live to be ninety-nine,
G          G7               C
'Cause all the people I meet,
Cm                   G      C 
Seem to come from my street. 
E                   A7
And I can't get away, 
B7                         Em   G  F#7
Because it's calling me, (Come on home)
G                     Am  C  B7
Hear it calling me, (Come on home)

 
Chorus 2:
Am7              D7                      
La-la-la-la-la.  La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la. 
G    D7                   
Ohh! My autumn Alman-yac.  
C         G                D7     Am7
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac. 
Am7              D7                           
La-la-la-la-la.  La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la.
G       D7                   
Ohh!  My autumn Almanac.  
C                   G         D7   Am7   G
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.


Coda:
G7(2)		  Cm7(3)		   G7(2)	     Cm7(3)
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!  Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
G7(2)		  Cm7(3)		   G7(2)	     Cm7(3)
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!  Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa! 
(Repeat & Fade)

(End)